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The chapter title comes from the song �Song for You� by Michael Buble

Chapter 12: A True Love Withholding Nothing
The dull pounding in Hermione�s head was slowly escalating to a sharp jabbing pain. It was excruciating and unceasing.

A very pained groan escaped her lips as she flipped onto her other side. Instantly, a bright, blinding light attacked her corneas through her closed eyelids. Another groan.

Hermione buried her head under the pillow she was currently resting on. But it didn�t smell like her usual shampoo. It had a different scent. A musky, earthy scent. A familiar, musky, earthy scent.

Opening her eyes was an intense effort on her part. Every tiny move she made hurt more than the last. She wiped her eyes from sleep and looked around at her surroundings.

This wasn�t her flat, or Isabelle�s flat, or her wing at the manor.

�Where am I?� she asked herself.

She was alone in a huge bed. Memories of the night before assaulted her mind at that moment. The wedding, Isabelle�s flat, the pub�but that was all.

The last thing she remembered was drinking with Isabelle at The Prickly Pub. What on earth had possessed her to drink? She was a social drinker: wine at fancy dinners, and other formal functions. But other than that, Hermione didn�t really like it much.

She understood drinking one shot of liquor, but not to the point of being completely intoxicated. She couldn�t even remember anything happening after leaving the pub. She could barely remember leaving the pub.

Her head throbbed in pain. She heard a noise coming from one of the closed doors to her right. Before she could wonder what was making the noise, Draco opened the door and walked out. He was dressed for the day: navy polo and khaki slacks.

�Morning,� he said with a small smile.

Hermione blinked. �What are you doing here?�

�This is my room,� he said carrying a glass of water.

�Your room?� she asked slowly. �Why am I in your room?�

He didn�t answer her, but instead, handed her the glass of water. He took a seat on the edge of the bed next to her.

�What�s in this?�

�Just water; I don�t have any hangover potions,� he said, his smile growing.

�Ugh. I�m so sorry. I didn�t mean to show up drunk. You must think so poorly of me. I never usually drink. I just got carried away with Belle and I don�t even know how I ended up here and�.�

�It�s ok. No need to ramble,� he laughed.

She gave him a half-smile and drank the water.

�Do you remember anything from last night?� Draco asked, taking the empty glass from her and placing it on the bedside table.

Hermione rubbed her aching temples. �No, I don�t even remember leaving the pub.�

Draco laughed. �That�s interesting.�

�Don�t laugh so loud�it�s magnified with this migraine,� she groaned. �What time is it?�

�Almost one.�

�In the afternoon?� she asked with wide eyes.

�Yeah,� he replied. She was still wearing the dress she had on at the wedding and her hair was sticking up in many directions.

�I must look a right mess,� she mused, watching as his eyes raked over her.

�No. Adorably messy though,� he smiled.

�Adorable? I don�t think so,� she replied.

�Well you�re hung-over, so your opinion doesn�t count,� he said. �I�m going to go have lunch with my mum. She doesn�t know you�re here, so you can recuperate in your wing if you�d like so she doesn�t insist you join us for lunch.�

At the word �lunch,� Hermione felt extremely nauseous.

�Uh-oh,� she managed to say before jumping out of the bed and into the room Draco had emerged from, which turned out, to be, luckily, his bathroom.

She found the toilet just in time and emptied her stomach contents from the accumulated amounts of hard liquor. She barely noticed her hair being pulled back away from her face by strong hands.

She tried to wave him away from the mortifying sight of her vomiting, but he stood adamant in holding back her hair.

Hermione finished her business and wiped her mouth, not daring to look at Draco who had finally let go of her hair and was leaning against the wall watching her.

�That was a bit humiliating,� Hermione said, standing up wobbly and attempting to straighten her dress out.

And in an instant, she did something very unlike her. She put her hands to her face and started to cry.

Draco reached her in less than two steps, moving her messy hair from her face and wiping the tears from her cheeks.

�Why are you crying?�

Hermione just shook her head as her shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.

�Oh come on, throwing up isn�t that embarrassing. You�ve done worse,� Draco reassured her.

�Huh?� she asked, wiping her eyes

Draco realized his mistake. Should he tell her of her major faux pas or keep it from her? She needed to know.

He took a breath and brought his hands away from her face placing them in his pockets instead.

�What do you mean I�ve done worse?� she asked.

�Last night�.�

�Oh no, please don�t tell me I did something like sing or dance or�oh my goodness�did we uh, did we do it?� she asked, wondering why she woke up in his room. �That�s why I woke up in your bed��

�No. Well, you see, you were really, really drunk, so I know it�s not how you would normally act.�

�I wouldn�t have gotten drunk in the first place, but I don�t know what got into me�.�

�It�s ok. I�m not judging you, trust me. Anyways, do you really want to hear this?�

Hermione looked dumbstruck for a moment, but she nodded her head slowly. �Yes, please tell me.�

�You tried to suck me off while I was sleeping,� he said, looking straight at her, watching her eyebrows furrow and her jaw clench.

�What?� she said after a few seconds of silence.

�You came into my room and tried to uh, give me a blowjob,� said Draco.

Hermione�s cheeks took on a shade of scarlet. �I d-did?�

�Yeah, but listen, you were drunk and you had no control over your actions.�

�I have to go,� she said and pushed past him.

�Wait, Hermione�.�

�WHAT?! What do you want?!� she shrieked at him, making his jaw drop. �Any other mortifying things I�ve done that you can have a good laugh at?�

�It�s not like that. I never laughed at you. Stop walking away and talk to me.�

Hermione turned around and the look in her eyes made him stop in his tracks of her pursuit.

�Now you want to talk? After a week of avoiding me? I don�t want you to get used the notion that I am at your every beck and call. Whenever Draco Malfoy feels like talking, I should just drop everything and come listen to him with open ears. I�d rather not face you right now so if it�s alright with your majesty, I�ll leave now and don�t expect me until I�m back on-call.�

Draco watched as she slammed the door to his wing and left. He blinked a few times and went after her. He didn�t like being told off and then not being able to have a word in.

He opened his door but didn�t find her in the hallway, nor up in her wing, nor anywhere in the house for that matter. He asked Snot and Poopy if they had seen her and they shook their heads sadly.

A female house-elf, who was in charge of the maintenance of the foyer, reported to Draco that the Healer had ran out the door and apparated at the apparation point.

Draco let out a frustrated sigh and walked into the dining room where his mother was waiting for him.

�Draco, dear, why the sad face?� she asked as she sipped at her water.

He shook his head slowly. �Remember a few weeks ago, I told you that I sort of had feelings for Hermione?�

�Yes, but really, you didn�t have to tell me since it was so blatantly obvious you two had feelings for each other,� she said with an air of nonchalance.

�Well, we�re in love. Or I�m in love with her, and I hope she�s still in love with me.�

�Still in love? Did you two have a row?�

�I, well, I don�t know. You see�.�

He told her all about the dream he had had featuring Lucius and the horrible feeling of doubt he carried throughout that whole week. He told her about telling Hermione that he needed time to think about everything and how she had respected his wish and left him alone.

He did not tell her about the previous night of drunken Hermione. She didn�t need to know everything.

�Well why didn�t you speak to her about your doubts?� Narcissa asked.

�Uh, I�I don�t know. I thought maybe that she would, maybe think less of me. I kind of thought I was going crazy,� he said softly.

�Oh Draco, love, you aren�t going crazy,� Narcissa said with a look of empathy. �You are just scared of this sudden rush of feelings you have for Hermione. I agree with you that it is a bit fast, but you two have come to know each other very well. You know about her childhood and her fears and her triumphs and she knows the same of you.�

�But I haven�t told her everything. I mean, there are some things in my past that I don�t want her to judge me for.�

�Listen to yourself, Draco. You have major trust issues mostly due to the fact that you had no support system as a child. Your father wasn�t a trustworthy person and when you joined that abomination of a group, you lost all feeling of trust with anyone. Those Death Eaters judged you and they would have betrayed you in instant.

�Not everyone is like that, dear. You and I both know that Hermione is not the type of person to judge. She fell in love with you despite the fact that as a child, you used to torture her and her friends relentlessly. She fell in love with you despite the things you had to do in order to appease your father.�

Draco sat with his eyes fixed on the wooden table. �I messed up, mum.�

�We all do, love. We all mess up and we all try and redeem ourselves. Talk to her. Just go and talk to her. You don�t have to tell her everything, but just tell her what you�ve told me. I know there are things you went through that you would like no one to know about, but I think it�s time you started trusting someone who loves you as much as you do them.�

Draco nodded his head. �Ok. I wanted to talk to her and tell her that I wasn�t going to pay any mind to those doubts, but she�s staying with Isabelle for the weekend.�

�Well the weekend is practically over. Tonight is Sunday and she should be here by nightfall.�

Draco nodded again�it would be a long night.

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�Hermione? What are you doing here, babe?� Isabelle asked, looking refreshed and perky for the day, whereas Hermione was still in her drunken wedding attire and sported tear-filled eyes.

�Oh Isabelle�I did something horrible. Oh goodness I did something so, so horrible,� said Hermione, walking into Isabelle�s flat.

�First things first, Herms,� she said. �Let me get you some hang-over potion. Go into my room and change into some better clothes and I�ll grab the potion.�

Hermione nodded numbly and did as she was told. She met Isabelle back in her living room and accepted the hang-over potion, swallowing it in one gulp and sitting back on the couch.

�Now, start from the beginning.�

Hermione took a breath and spilled everything that had happened.

To say Isabelle was shocked would have been a gross understatement. �I thought you went back to your flat last night.�

�Well apparently I didn�t. Sucking off Draco while he slept seemed like a much better option in my drunken state,� Hermione said coldly.

Isabelle sighed. �You�re in the wrong.�

�What?�

�You shouldn�t have just run off this morning. You acted just like Harry did yesterday. You didn�t give Draco the chance to explain and you assumed that he found amusement in what happened.�

Hermione looked down at her hands. �I can�t believe this happened. If he had doubts about our love before, this definitely pushed him towards the negative side.�

Isabelle sighed again. �Go talk to him. And I won�t say this again, but he loves you. He really truly loves you and those doubts were just him being scared and you know what kind of a past he comes from...his father was b-f-f with the most evil being to grace this earth. He has issues in his life with commitment, love, trust and I don�t even know why I�m telling you this since you�re the neuropsychiatric Healer. Please, Hermione�just go. Trust me on this.�

It was Hermione�s turn to sigh. �Ok, I�ll go talk to him. But I think I should go clean up a bit and not show up as a drunken waste.�

Isabelle smiled. �You can use my shower and I think I have a whole bag of clothes that you�ve left here over the years, so that should work out fine.�

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Hermione came back out into Isabelle�s living room wearing jeans and a pink blouse.

�You always manage to look good, Herms,� Isabelle said, looking up from a medical journal parchment.

�Did I mention that Draco told me he prefers my old hair?�

Isabelle grinned. �Draco Malfoy prefers knotty, frizzy, non humidity-friendly Hermione Granger hair?�

Hermione laughed. �Yes, and so do I.�

�Ok, I�ll take off the straightening charm, but you have to promise me that you�ll use conditioner from now on,� Isabelle said.

�Fine, fine,� Hermione agreed.

A few seconds later, Hermione�s old curls graced her head. No matter how hard Isabelle tried, a teeny bit of frizz managed to stay and actually didn�t look too bad.

�You�ll knock him dead. Now go on back. You said he wasn�t expecting you until night fall? Well, this will be a very pleasant surprise,� Isabelle said.

�Thank you, Isabelle. For everything,� Hermione said.

�Not a problem. Floo me when you have a chance and tell me every single excruciating detail.�

Hermione nodded and hugged her friend goodbye, before turning to the door and leaving back to the manor.

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Draco looked out the window of his office, watching a few house elves trim the bushes and plant some new flowers. It was almost 3 in the afternoon and he knew he had a long wait until he could talk to Hermione again.

He was a bit angry that she had just walked out and not let him talk. That was an extremely frustrating habit he hoped she wouldn�t get used to, because he would most certainly not allow it.

He turned back to the rolls of parchment on his desk that he was supposed to get back to Headmistress McGonagall soon, so he set to working on them.

Minutes passed as he sat adding up various sums and calculating financial variations. He scribbled down assorted notes and soon the sound of his quill scratching against the parchment drowned out most external noises. Noises such as the door to his wing opening�

�or noises such as a certain Healer tentatively walking in. He didn�t notice her walk up to his desk. His eyes were darting back and forth across the parchment, trying to decipher Professor Sprout and Apprentice Longbottom�s messy scrawl on new Herbology equipment purchases.

Hermione watched him as he wrote quickly, his grey eyes moving with his quill movements; he was so absorbed in his work that he obviously didn�t see her standing in front of his desk.

She cleared her throat and he looked up at her, a bit startled. His eyes widened when he saw who it was.

�Your hair,� he said simply.

�Yeah,� she replied.

She watched him stand up from his desk and come around to stand in front of her. She could see a slight tinge of anger in his grey irises. There was also an underlying emotion that was visible; it clouded his eyes and she was sure she knew what it was.

He towered over her in an overbearing way, making her feel small and a bit ashamed of herself for treating him so poorly that morning. He was easily at least one foot taller than her 5 foot 3 inch frame.

Hermione�s breathing slowed down as he reached his hand out and traced her jaw line with his index finger. His eyes wouldn�t meet hers, since they were following his finger�s path, but she could still see the annoyance there.

She watched his face get closer to hers. She blinked and in that second his lips were on her lips, dominating and demanding.

He conveyed his anger through that searing kiss, his teeth nipped at her lower lip and she tasted the tangy hint of her own blood. That was a ridiculous turn-on: his aggressiveness, even if it was displayed through their kiss.

Draco licked her lower lip, sweeping any trace of blood and pulled back. She stood their panting, running her tongue over her lower lip.

�You will not run away from a problem like that again, do you understand?� he asked in a domineeringly strict tone.

�Who do you think you are telling me what to do?� Hermione countered, her own anger breaking through. She stepped away from him.�You avoided me for a whole week and now you get mad because I walked away from you?�

�Those things are different. I didn�t avoid you. You could have come up to me at any time and talked to me. You, on the other hand, completely disregarded what I had to say to you. I don�t like that, Hermione. It�s a very demeaning behavior and it makes me feel as if what I have to say isn�t important.�

�You know that�s not true!� Hermione said, throwing her arms up in frustration. �You know I was upset and mortified about what I did and I just needed time alone. I gave you a whole week to be alone, I doubted myself and kept thinking that I was the reason you were having doubts about us. I felt like I wasn�t good enough! You wouldn�t talk to me about anything, so what did you want me to do?�

�I told you that it was my own mental trouble that was giving me problems so why did you think it was about you? I�m fucking crazy about you! I�m constantly thinking about you. You�re so infuriating and so damn perfect and there are so many little annoyances about you, but I love every fucking one.�

�Why were you having doubts if you are allegedly so crazy about me?� she asked, pacing in front of his desk as he leaned against it.

Draco sighed. �It was something pretty dumb.�

�What was it?� Hermione asked, ceasing her pacing and standing in front of him. �Just tell me. I just want to understand.�

Draco looked into her eyes. They were hard to read, as usual, not like his, that displayed his emotions like a projector.

�The night I took you out into the hedge-maze, I had a dream where�well, I had a dream that my father was speaking to me and telling me all these things about how I don�t really love you and that things were going too fast for it to be real and I just, for some reason it sort of stuck with me.

�I know it sounds stupid now, but that time when I think we were about to have sex and you told me it was your first time, I just felt like I�m not the one for you. I mean, you obviously were waiting for the right person and I didn�t see how that could be me�

�I�m sorry for feeling that way and I�m sorry for making you doubt yourself because you�re perfect and now I just want to be selfish and take you all for myself. I don�t want anyone else to have you and I don�t want you ever to feel like you�re not good enough for me because you are. You�re more than good enough for me. You�re more than I could ever ask for.�

He stopped in his rambling and chanced a look at her face. She was smiling slightly and looking at him with intense emotion. He could actually see some of that emotion shine through her brown eyes this time.

�Why didn�t you just come and talk to me about that?� she asked.

�Honestly, I don�t know. I just couldn�t face you and tell you how�.how scared I was. Now, I just want you to know that I�ve overcome those doubts and realized they were so wrong and so unnecessary, but that they needed to happen so that I could prove to myself that I really did love you.�

Hermione stepped closer to him. �Are we going to have this conversation every time we�re together? Are we going to have to reinforce our feelings for each other every time? I love you, Draco and I know it�s scary and I know it�s hard to trust others after what you�ve been through, but you have to know that I will never judge you nor will I ever think any less of you for your thoughts.�

Draco reached out and pulled her closer to him until she was flush against his chest, close enough to count his dark blond eyelashes.

�I�ve missed you,� he said, his lips ghosting across her pouty lips.

�Yeah?�

�Yeah. And I�m sorry for being a complete prat. I shouldn�t have pushed you away.�

�Forgive and forget,� she said, itching to connect their lips. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn�t end up cross-eyed trying to look at him because they were so close. �I�m sorry for being so upset this morning�and for performing drunken, uh, fellatio on you last night.�

He chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating with mirth against hers. �It was actually not that bad, until you nipped me with your teeth and drooled on me.�

Hermione pulled back quickly. �Oh Merlin�I�m, I�m so sorry. That is so embarrassing.�

�Don�t worry. You were drunk and obviously not in control of your actions. Like you said, forgive and forget.�

�I�d rather you just forget completely,� she said with a huge splay of pink across her cheeks.

�Can I make it up to you?� he asked.

�Make what up to me? I�m the one who bit your peep,� said Hermione, her blush deepening even further.

Draco chuckled again, kissing the corner of her mouth. �I want to show you how much I love you, that all my doubts are non-existent and are just a figment of my twisted subconscious.�

Hermione couldn�t stand the chaste kisses anymore and brought her hands to his face, bringing their lips together. She opened her mouth to him, eager to taste him again. Eager to become a whole brain again. They needed each other�s mouths to stay sane. It was just that simple.

All thought processes stopped when his tongue explored her mouth. Left-brain/right-brain ceased to exist when his arms ran slowly up her back, inching towards the curls in her hair. His curls.

He tangled his fingers in her locks, enjoying the surprisingly soft tresses. Her hands busied themselves with traveling up and down his muscled front, making stops at Pectoral Junction and Hard Abdominal Station.

They broke apart, but his lips didn�t stop exploring the rest of her face. He placed a kiss on her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her closed eyelids, her forehead and then back to her lips.

He straightened up from his previous position of leaning against his desk and brought her closer to him, if that were even possible.

�I need you, Hermione.�

�You have me,� she said breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his waist, placing her head on his chest.

�No, I need you.�

Hermione pulled back a bit to look into his eyes. The underlying emotion that she had seen before was not underlying at the moment. It was on full display for the whole world to see. It wasn�t lust; more of a deep internal need to take her on any surface they could find and make her scream his name.

�Your room or mine?� she asked boldly, enjoying the look of stunned amusement that flashed through his face for a brief second.

He smiled a feral smile, showcasing his canines and growled, �Mine.�

Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her until she put her legs around his own waist. He brought his lips up to hers and kissed her, expertly moving them closer to his bedroom without breaking lip contact.

Hermione�s heart started to beat faster, her mind was slowly starting to gain its original function of analyzing.

�This is it,� she thought to herself.

Her stomach did some clich�d gymnastic routine as she felt herself being lowered onto the bed. Draco�s eyes seemed to see beyond the layer of her clothing.

�I know this is going to hurt, I just hope I can be good enough for him,� she thought as his lips traveled from her lips down to her neck, sucking at a place between her jaw and ear and making her moan.

�Ok, so foreplay is going very, very well�ooooohhh, very well,� she thought as his lips moved down to her collarbone.

He was lying next to her on the bed, doing delectable things to her neck and inching his hand slowly up her blouse, rubbing soft circles around her belly button.

Her hands were clutching the navy sheets that adorned his massive bed. His lips were doing things that made her pelvic region tingle with strange anticipation.

�Ok once again, foreplay...good; next comes nudity�oh Merlin�nudity. I might dissolve if I see his naked body. I wonder if he�ll be disappointed with mine. I mean, my breasts are good, very feminine, my stomach isn�t solid like his, I should have done some crunches�it�s too soft.�

His fingers reached the edge of her bra and he swept his fingers over the covered mound. Hermione�s breathing sped up, making her chest rise and fall at a fast rate. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric and his fingers quickly became acquainted with the newly risen peaks.

His lips had somehow moved back to her face, lingering on her cheeks and her eyebrows and then back down to her jaw line. He seemed to have complete control of the situation and she was glad since this was obviously her first time in such situation.

�Again, I know this is going to hurt�but I think once he�s broken past the hymen, then---�

Her thoughts stopped when she felt cold all of a sudden and realized Draco had stopped what he had been doing and was staring at her with a very knowing smirk.

�W-what?� she asked shakily, due to the previous high of arousal.

�I�m not going to continue until you stop analyzing the hell out of this,� he said with a cheeky grin.

�I�m not analyzing,� she lied.

�Oh please. I know you more than you think. I could practically recite what you were probably thinking. Now I need you to just do me a favor, ok?� he asked, bringing his thumb to caress her cheek.

She didn�t answer him, a bit peeved that he called her out.

�Ok?� he asked again, kissing her cheek softly.

�Fine, what is it?�

�Use your right brain,� he said simply, moving his kisses towards the corners of her lips.

�Ok, let me just flip the switch located at the top of my head that allows me to change between thought processes,� she said with a hint of exasperation.

�I�m going to tell you how, you sassy girl,� he said with a soft laugh that tickled her cheek. �Now what you have to do is stop and focus on your senses.

�As you know, you have five senses. I will demonstrate them for you in the proper right-brain way,� he said and lifted his head up.

He looked down at her, sweeping his eyes all over her face, smiling at the prize he had on his bed. She watched his eyes take in her inquisitive features.

He brought his hands to the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head leaving her in a black bra. She watched his hands move around to her back and she lifted herself up to a sitting position to accommodate his wandering hands. He deftly unsnapped the hooks in the back and removed her undergarment without taking his eyes away from hers. He lay her back down and smiled.

Draco moved his vision down to her now bare chest and just watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. His hands were by his sides doing nothing fun.

Hermione could feel the tingly sensation again between her thighs. If she didn�t know any better, Draco�s voyeuristic behavior of visually caressing her was turning her on beyond belief.

�The sense of sight,� he said, moving his eyes back to hers. �It is more powerful than people give it credit for.�

Hermione nodded dumbly as his face came closer to hers. He stroked her hair away from her face and twisted a stray curl around his long finger.

He kissed her forehead, lingering for a second and stealing a scent of her hair.

�The sense of smell,� he said. �Just the smell of vanilla in your hair is enough to get me hard enough to shag you senseless.�

She laughed and felt her unrestrained breasts move with her laugh. His eyes shot back to her chest and he smiled.

He moved his eyesight back to lock with hers and moved his hand to her chest, pinching her nipples softly and making her back off arch the bed, which would probably happen more than once during their time together.

Draco�s fingers softly, very softly, traced a pattern on her breast; giving her goose bumps and making her breath stop at a point. They moved down her stomach, still trailing very gently down to the edge of her jeans.

�The sense of touch�also very powerful. Probably the most important one in this sense,� he whispered.

Her head was clouded with indistinguishable thought.

Her eyes moved to his lips that were frozen in a very seductive smile. He brought that smile to her cheek and kissed it for the umpteenth time, trailing the kiss down her neck, to her collarbone and stopping at her chest.

Hermione�s hands shook as his lips kissed her hardened nipple and she gasped when his tongue stroked it with affection. He kept his tongue on alert, moving around the areola and then moving over to the other neglected breast and feasting on it as well.

He lifted his head and smiled at her flustered disposition.

�The sense of taste. That one is my favorite," he paused. "For the sense of hearing, I�m going to need you to help me,� he said and lay down next to her on his back.

Hermione sat up, looking down at him. �What do I have to do?�

�You�re a smart girl, figure it out,� he said.

She looked at him for a while, watching his eyes glitter with amusement and deep arousal.

�I�ll give you a hint,� he said.

He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, enjoying her eyes growing wide with excitement at seeing his naked torso.

Being Hermione Granger, it didn�t take her long to figure out what he meant. The sense of hearing�she would have to make him moan.

She reached out a hand to his chest and ran a finger over the defined muscles. He watched her, encouraging her with his eyes.

Her finger moved lower, towards his abdomen and belly button. That perfect treasure trail of dark blond hairs leading from his navel to the top of his pants seemed to be a good place to start.

Hermione�s finger ran through the hairs, watching his face for a reaction and hoping for him to make a noise.

His breathing increased as her nail scraped down closer to the waistband of his pants, but he didn�t make a noise.

She decided that her finger wasn�t enough. In a bold move, she moved to straddle him and earned a smile of approval but still no noise from his lips.

She moved her face closer to his, marveling in his beauty. Men shouldn�t be described as beautiful, but Draco Malfoy was beautiful, achingly beautiful. His strong jaw line and aristocratic nose perfected his face in a very masculine bone structure.

She kissed his lips, and he kissed back, bringing his hand to the back of her head and pushing her closer to him. She could feel his apparent erection through his pants and she shifted closer to him, rubbing her heat against his arousal.

Jackpot! He moaned in such a low voice that it vibrated through her mouth.

The sound of his moan made the slight tingle between her legs turn into a profound itch that needed to be scratched�immediately.

�Isn�t being right-brained so much more fun?� he asked in a husky voice.

Hermione ignored his hypothetical question and kissed his lips again.

She turned to move off of him and back to her original lying down position, but he stopped her by placing his hands firmly on her hips.

�Where are you going?� he asked.

�Well, uh, you know, it�s my first time, man on top, woman on bottom.�

Draco marveled at her innocence. �No, not this time.�

�What? Why?�

�You need to practice your right-brain technique. You get to decide how you to go about this. It�s going to hurt either way, I�m not going to lie, and it�s better if you get to be in control of your own pain. So, woman on top.�

�What if I do it wrong?� she asked, watching his eyes explore her exposed chest.

�Impossible. Now keep going or I�ll explode,� he said, bringing his hips up to rub against her.

She bit back a groan at feeling his hardness press against her core. She moved her fingers down to her jeans and unbuttoned them, slowly, and brought the zipper down, watching as his eyes followed her every movement like a hypnotized invalid.

She lifted herself off of him to take her jeans off and threw them to the floor to join the other clothes. She was in her black panties and he still had pants on. That would have to be rectified.

Hermione moved down his legs to take his pants off. His silver boxers were tented with his very patient erection. She looked up to find Draco watching her with anticipation. She hooked her fingers through the waistband of the boxers and slowly eased them down.

He gauged her reaction to his manhood, which he was arrogantly proud of. She seemed quite awestruck as it saluted her at full attention with a cap of pre-cum.

She tentatively reached out and touched the head, earning her a very loud moan from the owner of said head. Hermione wrapped her petite fingers around his member, quite worried about how it would ever fit inside of her. She could have easily wrapped both fists around it on top of each other and there still would have been extra length.

�As a Healer, I�ve seen my fair share of male genitalia�� she said, bringing her fist down in a pumping motion and earning yet another moan. �But yours is by far the most impressive.�

�Inflate my ego another time� (pant) and do whatever you�re doing some other time or I absolutely will not last. I need� (pant)�to be inside�(pant)�of you. Now,� Draco said with uninhibited gasps.

Hermione saw his eyes half-lidded in extreme pleasure and removed her hand from around him. She removed her own underwear and now they were both completely naked. There really was no looking back now. They were way too deep in their arousal and clear ecstasy to even consider backing out.

She moved up his body until their hips were aligned. She was sitting up, using her knees as the main support. It was now or never.

Draco grabbed her hands in his and brought them to his lips. He kissed each knuckle slowly, his lips searing with heat.

�Don�t be scared. I want you to look at me and don�t break eye contact, ok?� he said tenderly.

Hermione nodded and inhaled and exhaled slowly. He released her hands and let her take over.

She reached between them and held his erection, making him draw a quick breath. She lowered herself down until their genitals made contact.

She was so incredibly wet and hot down there that it took all of Draco�s self control not to just thrust up and take her immediately.

It felt a bit awkward as she very slowly eased herself down. A sense of being stretched and filled was all she could feel. It hurt a bit, but only because his size wasn�t meant for virgins.

They both felt the barrier that proclaimed her as an innocent. She let go of his throbbing member and placed her hands on his chest for leverage.

He gave her a reassuring smile and brought his head up to kiss her lips.

In one swift motion, she brought her hips down quickly and gasped at the ripping sensation. He really was too large for her and it had hurt like a bitch.

�Look at me, Hermione; don�t close your eyes,� he said in a strained voice. �Merlin, you�re so fucking tight.�

She kept her eyes focused on his as the pain seared through her pelvis. Her eyes became blurry with unshed tears. They had come from the sharp pain and hadn�t fallen and she blinked them back, not wanting to cry.

Hermione saw Draco�s jaw clench and his breathing become choppy.

�Am I hurting you?� she asked.

Draco shook his head and forced a smile onto his face. �No�it�s just taking a lot of discipline for me not to move. You are exceedingly tight and I can empathize with you on the pain.�

She let out a shaky laugh and realized the pain had actually ebbed into a different, numb sensation. It was slowly escalating into an actual pleasurable feeling.

Hermione raised herself slowly and moved back down, gaining a hiss from Draco.

He reached up and grabbed her hips, halting her motion.

�Now that the pain is gone, man on top,� he said and skillfully switched their positions.

He pushed into her and she gave a low moan of satisfaction at being filled again. His movements were slow at first, but that lasted all of a few seconds and soon his thrusts became hurried and urgent.

Draco knew that some girls usually didn�t come during their first times, but he was determined to make her come before him. It would do his ego no good if he came before her.

He snaked his hand down between them and flicked his thumb across her clit, earning a slight shriek from her.

�Ohh!� she yelled as he moved his thumb repeatedly over the concentrated center of pleasure nerves.

Hermione had never felt so lightheaded. The combined actions of his thumb and his thrusts were building a pressure in her lower abdomen and the pressure seemed to be escalating to certain apex that she desperately wanted to reach.

She reached her hands behind his neck, bringing him closer to kiss her. She needed to feel his lips on hers. That apex was getting closer.

She experimentally bent her leg a bit, bringing it up closer to her body and granting him deeper access. Many more thrusts later and Hermione couldn't help the loud sounds escaping her lips. She wrapped her bent leg around his waist.

Little did she know that that simple move would help her reach her apex.

�Oh Draco!� Hermione screamed as the most intense pleasure raced through the junction between her legs and up through her stomach.

The warm contracting walls around Draco�s length spurred him into his own climax, sending his load deep within her. He managed to collapse against her without crushing her petite frame.

They lay there panting together; sweat clinging to their bodies and his manhood softening within her. He kissed her shoulder, which was just as warm as the rest of her body.

He couldn�t stop the smile that threatened his post-coital relaxation. She was all his. She had given herself to him without a second thought and he loved her.

Draco murmured against her shoulder, �I love you.�

He heard a sniffle in response and lifted his head up to see a tear escape her eye.

�Hey, hey�don�t cry, love. What�s wrong?� he asked, lifting himself off and out of her. He settled on his side next to her and wiped her tears away. She bit back a sob and he couldn�t understand why she was crying.

�Hermione, my heart, why are you crying?� he asked again. His voice was laced with worry and genuine caring.

�I�m j-just s-so happy,� she said with a crying smile.

�Oh,� he said with relief. �Well I�m glad you�re happy, but I don�t want you to cry. It kills me when you cry.�

�Sorry, I�m just, I don�t know, so overwhelmed, I guess, with the sudden feeling of extreme pleasure and satiation and with how strongly I�m in love with you.�

Draco smiled and leaned over to kiss her lips, softly. He draped an arm over her stomach and brought her closer to him.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and rested her head in the crook of his neck. She felt safe there, in his strong arms, away from the harsh realities of the outside world. She felt as though nothing could ever hurt her as she lay in those arms. Nothing could ever penetrate the barrier of his arms and chest. He was her armor.

It was nearing 5 in the afternoon and they would have to go down to dinner soon. They knew they couldn�t leave Narcissa to worry and come to check on Draco.

They could have easily fallen asleep and not woken up until the next day, but they opted for a small nap, their breathing coming in and out at the same tempo.

It was officially the best nap they ever had.
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